Bella starts this summer as the kind of girl everyone pretends not to see. Soft, quiet, hiding inside baggy clothes and headphones, shuffling between campus and home with her eyes on the floor. Big body, small voice. Guys bump into her in the hallway and only say sorry to her books. Professors forget her name. She knows exactly how invisible she is, and it hurts more because she is still a virgin and her head is full of dirty thoughts she never dares to say out loud. Porn tabs minimized, vibrator hidden under thick sweaters, searching for “romantic first time” and then ending up watching girls choking on thick cocks and wondering why that turns her on so much. Then she goes to her grandmother’s little house in the middle of nowhere, expecting boring tea and old photos, and instead gets told that every woman in her family can ask a goddess to rewrite her body. Not her grades, not her personality. Her curves. Her tits. Her ass. Bella goes to sleep fat, shy and untouched, and wakes up with a waist her hands can wrap around, a huge ass that fights every pair of panties she owns, and breasts so heavy and perfect they spill out of the old comfy bra before she can even hook it. Same quiet girl, now trapped inside a body built for sin.

Returning home with that body is where the real corruption starts. The game leans hard into that contrast: she still thinks like the girl who sat in the back row, but every guy around her is suddenly staring at her chest first and her eyes second, if at all. Walking through campus is a whole event now. You actually feel the moment she realizes her tits bounce under her top, and there is this little scene with her trying to hold her notebook against her chest, pretending it is about modesty while the outline of her big boobs presses against the paper. Andrew, the childhood friend, tries very hard to keep his eyes on her face, but his jeans say something else. You get to decide how long he keeps pretending. Do you make her tease him, bending over just a bit too much, letting that big ass push against his lap when they sit on the couch playing some “innocent” co-op game, acting like she has no idea his cock is rock hard under the blanket? Or does she stay clueless longer, only slowly noticing that every time she leans forward his voice cracks and he has to adjust himself, and she goes home and masturbates to the memory of the bulge, fucking herself with her fingers and imagining what his big dick would feel like stretching her tight, untouched pussy until she can’t stay quiet anymore?

The tone swings nicely between fantasy and awkward, which fits her pretty well. One path can keep her sweet and romantic: slow kisses in her bedroom with the door half open, her sitting on top of Andrew, oversized hoodie sliding up to show the curve of her big ass, his hands shaking when he finally cups her massive tits for the first time through her bra, almost worshipping them. Her first blowjob can be shy and messy, drool on his stomach, her gagging a little on the size but pushing deeper because seeing him lose control hits something deep inside her. Another path lets her taste what happens when a girl with an hourglass bombshell body realizes the world is full of horny men who stopped seeing her as “that chubby quiet one” and now just see a walking fantasy. Older neighbor with thick forearms blurting out compliments when she bends over to pick up the mail, professor who suddenly offers “private tutoring” and stares at her cleavage the whole time, random jock who used to bump past her without looking and now can’t stop DMing her late at night asking what her new bra size is. You can play Bella as scared but curious, or as slowly addicted to the power of making big, muscular guys stutter just by crossing her legs and letting them imagine how that tight, newly shaped pussy would squeeze them. There is real romance if you want it, but there is also the dirty thrill of a former nobody riding a cock on a cheap mattress, big breasts bouncing, moaning too loud, thinking “I used to be invisible” right as she feels hot cum fill her for the first time and realizes her whole life can revolve around who gets to fuck this new body next.

Etlina's Principle looks like one of those games that pretends to be a serious sci fi story, but then five minutes later you’re balls-deep in a slime girl that just tried to kill you. In a good way. You start as this guy in a fucked-up militarized city, everything shiny, wet and wrong, like someone melted a factory over a forest. The symbiote thing is not just flavor text. Your “living suit” literally hugs your skin, reacts when you stare too long at some monster girl hips, and quietly pushes you toward horny decisions while pretending to be “tactical support”. You click around, point at some ruined alley or organic-looking door, and every time you think “ok, normal route”, the game slides in some corrupt little twist. Basic patrol? Suddenly you’re wrestling tentacles on a half-organic staircase while your suit whispers how much better it would feel if you just stop resisting and let them inside. And you can. Of course you can. Sometimes it feels like the dev sat with a notepad that said “how much can I mix graphic violence and sex before someone calls a therapist” and then just kept going, because it’s not shy at all: one room has bodies half fused into the walls, oozing black slime, and right after that you get a shy slime girl offering to heal your wounds with “full contact” and that healing is absolutely not PG. She pulls you in, your character’s mouth opens slightly, the suit tightens, there’s this sick mix of panic and arousal, and you end up fucking a girl whose body ripples around your cock like warm jelly. And the worst part is, it feels earned because you actually solved a little navigation puzzle to reach her, so your brain goes “reward unlocked” like it was Steam, while your dick already pressed Alt+Enter.

The point and click stuff is simple but sneaky. You think you’re just searching for ammo or lore, then you click on some pulsating growth on the wall and boom, now it’s a living corridor that closes behind you, dripping, and you realize you triggered a corruption path. You still get choices, VN style, but they’re often like: “shoot the monster girl” or “let her pin you and maybe suck your soul through your cock”. You try to be the good soldier, member of this HOWL squad, keeping humanity safe, then a corrupted girl with half-mask latex face straddles you and suddenly “humanity” feels very abstract. Tentacles here are not just background props either; they function as navigation, trap, and sex toy at the same time. You fall in a pit, slime tendrils grab your wrists and ankles, the suit tries to harden to protect you, fails on purpose, and then the game slowly describes how one slick tendril slides under the living armor and nudges your shaft, while another teases between your legs and you realize the encounter gives you a permanent symbiote buff if you let it continue. It’s smart, annoying and hot. I like how the city feels like a giant living dungeon, all this dystopian crap and nervous military chatter on the radio, then you turn a corner and meet a monster girl with bright eyes who talks like a horny Discord roleplayer and still manages to be scary when she opens her chest and you see teeth where boobs should be. The only thing that bothered me was this tiny UI click sound that feels like Windows XP and does not fit at all with wet latex apocalypse, and it never changes. And while the violence gets really rough sometimes, with ripped bodies and messy transformations, the game still keeps pushing you back into vaginal sex scenes like that’s the “normal” part, as if getting shoved into a slime nest and slowly corrupted into something not fully human is just another Monday. Somewhere in the middle you stop asking “is he still the same man” and more ask “ok but what happens if I let the symbiote fully take control during the next boss fight and sex scene combo”, because the line between battle and fucking gets thinner every click.

Cold country, warm panties, that is the vibe here. You are Misha, officially labeled a “parasite” by this lovely red-flag circus, and they expect you to act like a good little cog while every woman around you is basically begging the universe for a reason to misbehave. The city is gray, the buildings are ugly, everyone parrots the Party slogans like zombies, and then you go home and your “proper” household looks like some fucked up mix of political prison and porn shoot. On paper you must study hard, work your shift, salute the portraits. In practice you are trying not to stare at the way your landlady’s blouse buttons look like they are one good breath away from exploding, or how your “respectable” teacher leans over your desk until her tits brush your notebook and she asks if you really understand the lesson. Very subtle academic support. Sure.

The gameplay part is mostly you picking choices and watching Misha get dragged between fear and horniness. One minute you are in class being humiliated in front of everyone for some minor “ideological deviation”, next minute that same strict officer or teacher corners you after hours, sits on the edge of the desk, stockings half-showing, and starts grilling you about your “loyalty” while grinding against your thigh like that is part of the test. I clicked the slightly braver dialogue option once and it turned into this slow, teasing scene where she pretends to punish you, but actually she is the one breathing heavy and you are the virgin who somehow has to keep up. The animations sell it pretty well, you actually see the way her ass moves when she rides you in that cramped office, trying to stay quiet because the Party posters are literally staring from the wall. It is ridiculous and hot at the same time. At home it is even worse; there is this moment in the tiny kitchen where your older housemate is pretending to scold you for not doing chores, but her tits are sliding around in this thin top and she keeps “accidentally” pressing her ass against your crotch while washing dishes. You know exactly what she wants, she knows you know, but the regime says no sex before marriage, no dirty thoughts, only productivity. Yeah, sure. The flirting is long, dirty, lots of teasing and denial, and when it finally moves to the bedroom, she rides you like she wants to erase your entire ideology through your dick, with the kind of ahegao face that would probably get her executed if anybody saw it. It is not subtle romance, it is messy, horny, and somehow still sweet in a fucked up way, because between all the slogans and spying neighbors, these little moments of naked skin and whispered jokes feel like the only real freedom anyone has left.

Holy Shaft feels like somebody mashed together a horny visual novel, a shitty elevator safety video and a humiliation kink discord, then forgot to proofread anything and just shipped it. Which kinda works, somehow. You start in this janky little elevator that looks like it should be going to the office, but instead every floor is a new “what the hell did I walk into” situation. It’s not long-winded at all: door opens, you get smacked in the face with a scenario, you pick your poison, you get either sex, pain, cringe, or all three at once. Then ding, next floor. I was basically treating it like an achievement hunt: “ok, what do I have to say or click here to get her to pull out the toys instead of just slapping me and kicking me out again?” That kind of vibe. Sometimes the game rewards you with a proper scene, sometimes it feels like you got blueballed by the script, but you can kind of see the invisible flowchart in your head after a few runs and it becomes this weird puzzle of horny cause and effect.

What stuck to me most are those tiny branching moments where you think “this answer is stupid, no one picks this,” and of course that’s the one that opens the best scene. There’s this one floor where you can either play it polite or lean into being a complete degenerate. The polite path gives you like two lines and a half-assed tease. Go full trash, and suddenly she’s got a toolbox worth of sex toys out and you’re watching her decide if you deserve the vibrator or the paddle first. The animation is simple but it hits the important parts: jiggle, impact, expressions that actually change when you mess up or push too far. I liked how some characters take your earlier choices personally. Humiliate someone on one floor, then later you see her again and she’s way more rough with you, like she’s keeping score. Or you play submissive all the way and some of them switch into this mocking, playful bullying that feels like soft degradation porn. Sometimes it looks a bit cheap, like “Unity test build with horny plugin” energy, and some punchlines fall flat like an old meme, but then you get a scene where the spanking rhythm syncs with the sound and suddenly it’s way hotter than it has any right to be. The multiple endings thing, honestly, feels more like a set of “you were a good little perv / you were a trash fire” medals than big cinematic finales, but if you’re like me and have a notepad in Google Keep with “ok, Floor 3: choose rude option twice, then agree, then don’t back out” scribbled down, it scratches that completionist brain hard enough you keep riding that cursed elevator again and again.